You know who you are.
The ones I loved
The ones I trust
The ones in whom I found safety, solace, retreat, non-judgment
The ones that were not the One but inspired something of the what-could-be

Or perhaps better to describe it as that magnetic compulsion of wanting to feel the strength of everything I adore in you surrounding me
Is it wrong to have felt this around many?

Perhaps simply the inevitable result of depth seeking and open hearted ;mess and vulnerability and empathy
And all that is so messy and beautiful
Of what human nature is
&can; be

I'm here
You're there
And somewhere
We will still meet

Perhaps soul sparks are as meaningful as soul mates
And categorizations are
Merely a device
Designed for the faint hearted.

(Obviously not about you--- you're in a category of your own)